Dining quietly, I froze when my ex-husband and his new wife walked in. She smirked
Dining quietly, I froze when my ex-husband and his new wife walked in. Her smirk immediately drew every eye in the restaurant, making it clear she assumed she had the upper hand. The tension was electric—every patron, server, and staff member was now a witness to an unspoken duel. Tiffany’s earlier confidence began to waver, though she didn’t yet realize the tables were turning.
I took a slow, deliberate breath. “Thank you, Chef Antoine,” I said, my voice calm yet edged with authority. “I trust your judgment implicitly. Perhaps a menu curated by you, for our esteemed guests at Table 12? Something… memorable.”
Chef Antoine nodded knowingly and retreated to the kitchen. Whispers rippled through the restaurant as diners speculated on the unfolding drama. Tiffany squirmed, and Mark’s discomfort was unmistakable. The power dynamic had shifted—and I held the advantage.